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If You Think She's Pretty


There’s derision in the snow that’s set to come, melancholy in the rain. Oh! Won’t you feed your giant and topple him from within? The next begins in twenty years, after this one finds its end. Without belief in eternity where we stand, she can’t, she won’t contain her children gone insane, mad from horror they've made themselves, but it will not be eternal, of that she makes known. Hell, she says, is the last thing that is Love! Creation is Love. The Creator is Love. The Mother is Love. The Grandmother is Love. The Great Grandmother is Love. You too, are Love.

Come! Won’t you dance for such Love? Come! Dance with me, dance as one, that I might find the voice to spirit which speaks of you so well.

Shush. Shush now child. Do not weep for your doing, weep for what you’ve done and weep for what needs be undone beneath the blazing sun...

I will come to you in a day, I will ask you if you think she’s pretty, I’ll ask you if she’s despoiled in any way, this, mere mortal man, I say.

From the rooftops, scream it! From the valley, screech it! From the hills send it tumbling!

Send your cry of Love skyward, then send it into the dirt, weep, laugh, love and dance until the soles of your feet weep from her hands!

Raise her up now! Do not wait until she’s breathless, for breathless she’ll never be.

Do your Love a favor, cleanse her skin as you would your own, cleanse her waters that she might greet us smiling, and clean her skies that she might sense our heartfelt glee!

Love is all one need to have reason enough to speak, to scream Love, shriek Love, howl Love, show Love!

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.

Weep Love!

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I'm going to count backwards starting with infinity... and, when I say zero, you'll wake up and won't remember a thing, not even who you are.

Please keep your hands inside the ride at all times. Do not scream as if you're dying, because you're simply not. Now relax and enjoy the countdown... to living's final breath.


© 2011 by mark prime

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